Don't own One Tree Hill

Chapter 11; Magical Clouds

"Don't whine Brooke, we're already here."

He pointed to an open spot. Under a big, large tree was a red blanket with all sorts of food and two cups filled with juice. It was so cute and sweet of him that he did all of this. Okay, it was kind of corny, but I loved every minute of it. Hee looked at me with his 'broody-concern' look. He probably wondered if I liked this or not.

"Do you like it?"

See? I bet I know him better then he knows me.

"Like it? I love it Broody! This is the sweetest thing someone ever did for me. I can't believe you did all this just for me."

The look that I got from him cause of my positive reaction was priceless.

"Well, your worth it babe." He took my hand and led me to the blanket.

After an hour and a half all the food was gone and we were laying in the grass looking up at the sky. Something I never did with a guy before.

"Don't you think that clouds are in some kind of way magical?" I asked him while I turned my head to face him.

"Why magical?"

"Cause, they're high in the sky and always moving without us paying any attention at them. And if you look closely you can see animals or words in them. When I was young my nanny told me that the angels lived on clouds. I loved to watch them, just to look if I could catch a glimp of an angel."

"You never told me you had a nanny."

"I had one till I was thirteen, then my parents decided that I was old enough to live on my own." Lucas gave me an encouraging smile cause he knew I had a hard time telling about my past. My parents aren't something I like to talk about. He shifted so he was laying against me. He took my hand and gave it a soft squeeze and I rested my head against his left shoulder.

"Tell me more about your past. I feel like I know almost everything about you now, but don't now anything about you when you were younger."

"I don't know what to tell, there isn't much to say except my parents suck and I hate them."

"You can tell me Brooke, I know you rather not talk about it, but I really want to know."

He gave me a kiss on my forehead and I sighed. I took a deep breath an began telling the story of my life; all of it. About my parents and their business trips, about my drinking habit, about me being the biggest slut in school, about Peyton and her mothers dead. Everything. I never told anyone this, except Peyton. None of the guys I've ever dated listened to me the way Lucas did. No one was interested or wanted to get to know the real me. All they wanted was a reputation; one that said 'I'm one of the guys who screwed Brooke Davis'. While I was telling Lucas this, he listened to me, like really listening. Like he care, like he's interested. My stomach twisted with butterflies mixed with emotions. I never felt this before. He makes me weak; I never showed love. I didn't do love. Love meant weakness and there was a big change you could get yourself hurt. But the feeling of love and I knew that was the feeling I felt right now, was so much better and meant so much more then te emptiness I wore inside all the time when I didn't loved. This was worth the pain he could cause.

"What are you thinking about?"

"About how much I love you."

I looked up at him and gave him a passionate kiss full with lust and love. I could feel the electricity trough his body and mine. And then I realized this is the best date I've ever had, and the best thing is, it's isn't over. And I never want it to end.

"Broody?" I whispered while I broke the kiss and breathed heavy. He only mumbled in response.

"Are you ever going to tell everyone about you having HCM?"

I looked deeply into his eyes searcing for an answer; but in return I got a guilty look.

"I don't know how to tell them."

"But you have to! What's the real reason you hide it from everybody?"

"I don't want them to get hurt, Brooke. They'de be crushed if they find out."

"They'd be more crushed if they found out about you hiding it while you pretended your fine."

"I know! Believe me, I know. But.. I guess I'm a little bit scared. I don't know how they'll react."

"Probably shocked at first, then angry about you hiding it and then scared."

"Yeah, that's why I don't want to tell them. They're better of without knowing."

"If that's what you want then I'll have to accept that, but just you know I don't agree with your decission."

"I'll tell them when I'm ready. Okay?"

I nodded my head slowly.

"Can I ask you something, Luke?"

"Of course."

"I know this sounds weird and all but, what is HCM exactly? I know it's genetic, but that's all I know."

"Well, as you know it's a heart condition. It's a genetic mutation and causes the heart muscles to thicken.. Eventually; it prevents the heart from pumping blood."

"But why now? I mean, why not when you were younger?"

"I don't know, the doctor said something about cardiac arrest. That it's bought on by excessive physical activity, even excessive stress. I guess I've been stressing too much lately."

"Is it okay to play basketball?"

"The doctor said it's fine, as long as I'm taking the medication."

"Thanks for telling me this Luke."

"You don't have to thank me. I don't want to hide anything from you."

"Good, cause I won't hide anything from you either."

"I love you Brooke, you know that right?"

"Yeah I know that. I love you too Luke."

There was a silence but not awkward or something. I still had my head against his shoulder and he stroked his finger up and down my arm. I thought it was good to break the silence so I said the first thing that came into my mind.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?"

He looked at me slightly with one eyebrow raised. He knew that I knew the answer of that question.

"Yes of course. I'm telling you that all the time."

"I know, I just wanted to hear it again." I giggled glad to know the tension in the air was gone.

"You're beautiful."

"Thanks."

"What? I don't get a comeback?"

I rolled my eyes at him; he always wanted to hear he was macho. And he was, but I love to say he wasn't. Just to make him squirm.

"You're not so bad yourself."

"That's all you got? Just a 'you're not so bad yourself'? I think I deserve more."

"Fine! You're sexy and very macho, sweet and kind and the hottest boyfriend ever. Happy?"

"Yes."

"Your weird."

"I'm weird? If I'm weird then your weirder."

"You'll always be weirder then me."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"Fine! I'm weirder, but I'm only admitting it cause if I won't, you'll go on and on if you don't get to hear what you want."

"I know, that's just who I am."

"And I love you for it."

He brushed his lips on mine and then looked up at the sky again.

"Lucas?"

"Yeah?"

"Amuse me."

He chuckled and I let out a giggle too.

"Why? Are you bored?"

"No, just want you to amuse me."

"With what?"

"Sing a song for me."

"Our song? Or just a song."

"You know the song cuppycake?"

"Yeah, but that's a little childish don't you think?"

"I love that song. My mother used to sing it for me."

"Yeah, my mom too."

"Sing it, please?"

"Only if you sing along."

"Deal."

You're my Honeybunch, Sugarplum
Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You're my Sweetie Pie
You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop
Snoogums-Boogums, You're
the Apple of my Eye

And I love you so and I want you to know
That I'll always be right here
And I love to sing sweet songs to you
Because you are so dear!

Aww, I love that song! It's so sweet hehe. I hope you guys are okay with the date, cause you wanted them to go swimming but I forgot that part, oops! Lol.. Oh and by the way, this chapter is full of grammar and spelling mistakes; I know that they're there but I can't find them but I just know that they're there hehe. So please don't pay any attention to them! Thank you for reviewing and please review again! I want at least 5 reviews before I update.

Xoxox Helen